Baby $hit (Explicit)
Freddie Gibbs"Baby $hit (Explicit)" is a song by Freddie Gibbs, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:28 long and contains 78 lines and 655 words.
Lyrics
0:00作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
0:00作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
0:00The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
0:11Champ (What's up? What's up?)
0:09James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
0:10C*caine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
0:10Ayy, man, don't never f*ck with a n*gga that—
0:12That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
0:16The n*gga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
0:23I swear to God, on my mama, n*gga
0:18Yeah, yeah
0:24Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t
0:23I had to take this sh*t, go get your paper, b*tch
0:24Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
0:24I'm cookin' d*pe and cleanin' baby sh*t
0:24Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape
0:29But I can never save a b*tch
0:36F*ckin' ball player baby mamas hit me
0:38When them n*ggas play the Lakers, b*tch
0:36We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
0:37California blow, she got a 'caine habit
0:37I don't want the p*ssy if the gang had it
0:37Was a ho before she got the same habit
0:46Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
0:46D*pe and c*caine got my name brackin'
0:47I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
0:47Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
0:49Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike
0:52Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike
0:53Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice
0:54Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights
0:54Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice
1:04Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife
1:04Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
1:04Porsche engine, that b*tch in the byke, byke
1:05Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
1:05Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
1:07Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
1:15Hit that proper until that b*tch locked up
1:15Dinner plate, my sh*t porcelain, rocked up
1:15R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
1:16Screw a b*tch in the drop with the top up (With the top up)
1:17Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t
1:22Go get your paper, b*tch
1:23Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a threesome with my new Australian b*tch
1:24Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch
1:33Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these n*ggas soft as baby sh*t
1:36Give them 36's to my side piece
1:3640 millimeter on the timepiece
1:35Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
1:36She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
1:45Keep them yucky b*tches from around me
1:45Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
1:45Of a b*tch I used to f*ck with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
1:47Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike
1:53Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike
1:52Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice
1:53Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights
1:53Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice
2:02Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife
2:03Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
2:05I'll be right back
2:06Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t
2:09Go get your paper, b*tch
2:10Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
2:12I'm cookin' d*pe, be cleanin' baby sh*t
2:11Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch
2:11The streets is tryna judge a n*ggas music
2:13Tell the p*ssy n*ggas suck a baby d*ck, b*tch
2:21Yeah, yeah yeah
2:29(Nothin' else to say, b*tch, gang)
2:32(Yeah, yeah)
2:58You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
3:00It's not 'cause of the money, why?
3:03'Cause every miserable street junkie
3:14Every skinny who goes to bed hungry because his momma is workin' for a fix
3:14Every n*gga baby born with a "habit"
3:28Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton The world is uncivilized, and these are our works Champ (What's up? What's up?) James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo) C*caine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, man, don't never f*ck with a n*gga that— That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah) The n*gga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah) I swear to God, on my mama, n*gga Yeah, yeah Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t I had to take this sh*t, go get your paper, b*tch Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho I'm cookin' d*pe and cleanin' baby sh*t Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape But I can never save a b*tch F*ckin' ball player baby mamas hit me When them n*ggas play the Lakers, b*tch We don't do no postin' or no name taggin' California blow, she got a 'caine habit I don't want the p*ssy if the gang had it Was a ho before she got the same habit Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin' D*pe and c*caine got my name brackin' I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah) Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke Porsche engine, that b*tch in the byke, byke Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up Hit that proper until that b*tch locked up Dinner plate, my sh*t porcelain, rocked up R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up Screw a b*tch in the drop with the top up (With the top up) Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t Go get your paper, b*tch Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a threesome with my new Australian b*tch Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these n*ggas soft as baby sh*t Give them 36's to my side piece 40 millimeter on the timepiece Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats Keep them yucky b*tches from around me Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me Of a b*tch I used to f*ck with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke I'll be right back Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t Go get your paper, b*tch Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho I'm cookin' d*pe, be cleanin' baby sh*t Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch The streets is tryna judge a n*ggas music Tell the p*ssy n*ggas suck a baby d*ck, b*tch Yeah, yeah yeah (Nothin' else to say, b*tch, gang) (Yeah, yeah) You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy? It's not 'cause of the money, why? 'Cause every miserable street junkie Every skinny who goes to bed hungry because his momma is workin' for a fix Every n*gga baby born with a "habit" Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
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